Mr Smee and Captain EemsHe lives in landSo squelchy and miry Beneath the turf liveth a louse so tiny. When that louse Gets in your hair It'll sink it's teeth and tear and tear. Smee will laugh Because that louse was he and you'll writhe and scratch but you'll not get rid of Smee No, you'll not get rid of Smee. He lives in a lake That's grimy and dark He slopes like a snake And sings like a lark A tiny grey gnat With teeth and a chin Will clutch at your kneecap And dig its way in And Eems will snort For that gnat was he He will whinge and cavort 'You can't get rid of me' No, Eems will never let you be. He lives underground In a great hole of stinks He's the Hound of the Fumes And his friend is a Lynx The Hound pins your arms While he whistles and gnashes And the Lynx with the Bat Pulls out your eyelashes And the Hound will howl And the Lynx will gloat And they'll shed all their fur So it chokes in your throat Then the louse will start laughing And the gnat will start grinning When the burning starts boiling And there's no chance of winning. No, there's no chance of winning. Paul Sloman and Antony Scriven |